Centuri pt4 (Patreon)

Whoever it was running at Allen, it was definitely male, the ability to cum on command had doused his attacker well, the splatter exposed him from knee to chest and included a spray across his right arm. The man was clothed, pants only it seemed, the darkness fading enough to let Allen see the man’s outline as he drew closer, shoulders, chest, and abs, each grew more detailed.

Allen braced himself. He’d taken two hits from the man’s baton already, including the strike as they were falling, and he didn’t want to lose any more of himself. Three strides away and whatever that stealth enhancement was gave out, Allen saw his attacker clearly, Brand, district six. Possibly the weakest of the male tribute pool, only fought a couple times during his games and both of those were surprise attacks where his opponent didn’t see him coming, they ended up half drained by the time they turned around to see him. The mana wife was easily the more aggressive of the two, Allen had fucked Lilly regularly. The woman loved to shout insults about her husband while more aggressive lovers had their way with her, he wasn’t ever in the room or in earshot, every male victor knew to keep her contained when they fucked. Even if, like every other male Victor, he wouldn’t mind his wife fucking other men, Allen certainly didn’t.

Brand came in with a jab of his off hand, the batons location in the other gave away this wasn’t a hit Allen needed to worry about. He took the punch with a grunt and his arms rose to block the follow-up strike with the baton hand. His left arm met Brands right and Allen drove his baton into the man’s abs. Strength and power flowed into Allen before Brand kicked himself away. He wasn’t inexperienced, just a poor fighter.

“Not so easy when I can see you is it?” Allen taunted, he’d been instructed to play the arrogant super stud, more like a career, he’d gotten plenty of practice, his wife and mentor for the games Vanessa always loved it when he was like that, the other bimbo victors didn’t mind either.

Brand didn’t say anything in response, his eyes did, he was angry. He charged again, Allen waited until the last possible second and stepped into him this time. The move caught the district six tribute mid step and unable to respond, Allen’s baton jabbed mans leg this time and he fell in a heap. With Brand on the ground Allen moved right up to him, had he given up or was he playing possum? His baton hand struck out with the rod in a reverse grip, possum it was. Allen was caught in the ankle and forced to step away.

Brand scrambled to his feet. “You need a new plan.” Allen said with a grin,

“Got one.” Brand replied and charged, Allen expected him to go low, instead he went high and Allen’s palm barely rose in time to intercept a neck strike. The jab didn’t last long, Allen growled through the pain, more of the loss of size than the stabbing, and grabbed Brand by the wrist. He unexpectedly twisted himself around mid air to land beside Allen and inside his guard. Allen turned to meet him and they fought furiously. Kicks, knees, elbows, punches, and baton jabs flew in a dizzying display of close combat skill. Both men got struck and struck back in turn with quick blows, the size lost and gained between them never amounting to much but the surge of energy each draining provided and cost started to wear the men down. 

Allen never was a great fighter but he knew a village of experienced career victors, careers who had trained all their lives to be better and more vicious than every other tribute in the Enhancement Games. Allen’s final opponent was a career that he’d managed to beat. Jon was the only male chosen by Allen and Vanessa as a sex slave in their victory prize harem, they each chose one and had been awarded a special third for their incredible sexual performances. Jon had drilled Allen in career style combat as soon as they’d heard the details of the Centuri. Allen moved almost on instinct, a hand or arm blocking or partying a blow, intercepting Brands baton, a quick stab her or a grazing strike there…This flurry of movement only went on as long as both of them could keep up. In the back of his mind Allen wondered where Brand had learned to fight like this, as far as he knew the man’s harem was strictly women and most other male sex slaves wouldn’t have taught him to fight unless ordered to by their masters.

Brand was straining, starting to slow, Allen saw his opening when the man dropped his arm a little too low. Letting go is his baton Allen’s big fist connected with Brands jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Picking up his baton he saw Brand squirm and pull himself up. Taking the baton in his mouth, Allen met his opponents next charge and hauled him into the air before slamming him on the ground. The man groaned and was slow to move. A career would’ve taken advantage of the downed opponent and humiliated him, played for the crowd, beating him even worse before draining him completely. Allen wasn’t that cruel. His baton hit between Brands shoulder blades, this fight was over.

Allen growled with the surging strength and size. His body swelled, every inch of him burned with the sensation of his prize. His arms and legs bulged, his pecs forming two hard flat slabs, his already deep cut abs became a twelve pack of fat bricks of muscle, his obliques swelled and tightened becoming a dozen thick hard cords on each side, between his legs his hard cock exploded with the painful pleasure of a powerful orgasm, fat ropes of fertile man cream four feet long and almost as thick as his wrist rocketed from the head of his dick. The force of his cum cannon was enough to rip bark from any tree in his way. He howled through the pain, unable to stop it with his enhancements, forced to endure this torturous pleasurable pain as he drained Brand of everything that made him a competitor.

When it was over the baton beeped its completion and Allen stopped shouting and cumming. The silence of the night invaded his every sense as his body fought to come to terms with his new immensity. He rose to his full height, now over eight feet tall, he looked himself over, pleased at the monstrous being of muscle he’d become. Between his legs his soft cock hung heavy, as thick as his new thighs in this flaccid state and hanging to his calves even draped over the exercise ball nuts that now hung there, bloated and heavy with his cum. He heard a noise, Honey was cautiously making her way over. He followed her movements, almost seeing where her feet would land before they actually did and how her body with jiggle before it happened.

Allen realized Brand had a special enhancement, Foresight, he wasn’t able to see the future but it was almost like things were happening in slow motion, THATS how he was able to keep up during their fight, it was a dizzying sensation Allen was very relieved he could turn off. He fixed the bimbo bodied Honey with a hard and hungry glare.

“Wh…what are you?” She asked clearly afraid of him.

“The one who’s going to use you to test out this new body.” Allen replied through gritted teeth and mentally commanded his cock to awaken. In moments his oversized and meaty flaccid dick rose and hardened, now resembling an actual tree trunk of tight skin and finger thick veins standing six feet long from root to swollen precum drooling, oversized cockhead. She stopped seeing his newly grown member and shuddered, cumming from the sight of something so big.

“It…there’s no way it’ll fit…but…” she stammered but Allen interrupted.

“I didn’t say I was going to ‘fuck you’ I said  I was going to ‘use you’.” He corrected. “Now get on your knees and start sucking this cock.” His command had her moan and shake with another orgasm. Fuck his balls hurt with full they were, hopefully Honey’s attentions would relieve him.

As the sun rose over the arena the shields fell and a naked Cynthia with arms and thick legs soaked in her nectar topped the hill she’d seen Allen fall over that night and watched a tall broad monster of muscle and cock cum hard, the several foot long impossibly thick ropes of white ball batter knocking over a victor proportioned bimbo who was already covered head to toe in the stuff, she fell into what looked like a lake of cum easily fifteen feet across in all directions.  

Cynthia carefully chose her footing and started down the hill but stopped when she heard that mega cocked monster speak. “I’m not done you fucking cow.” He didn’t shout but his voice carried through the trees. It was deeper than any she’d heard before and Cynthia “felt” it resonate through her body. Arousal flushed her thighs just from hearing that monster, she felt compelled to stop and masterbate to the man…man?..man. Fighting the desire to pleasure herself she continued downward.

“Allen…baby…” She stammered, knowing it was him but still not believing the creature standing there actually was her partner. She had to raise her voice to make sure he would hear. The beast turned, it was definitely Allen, his face hadn’t changed but his features seemed sharper. His eyes looked at her, through her, judged her for how much pleasure she could give him, like that’s all that mattered.

“About time, bitch.” He said casually. Again his voice sent a fresh wave of her nectar across her firm thick thighs. “Drain her so I can fuck you.” At his words Cynthia looked at the cum covered bimbo…that looked like…

“Honey?” She asked, the only response she got was weak and garbled. Honey had exhausted herself cumming, either by Allen using her or pleasuring herself as Cynthia was tempted to do, either way it was Allens doing, just being near him had Cynthia shaking with need. She looked the hourglass shaped blob of cum over, ‘he cums so much…’ she thought, she stood there dumb for a few minutes, in a fog with how horny she was. 

She could feel the rivers of need flowing down her legs, how wide would she have to spread, how much would it hurt, how good would it feel, how hard would she cum?..right, competition, tributes, opponent, shaking her head to clear it Cynthia tightened her grip on her baton and marched through the cum marsh toward her barely awake opponent. “Sorry love.” She said reaching into the sticky fertile muck and grabbing the woman’s hair. She yanked Honey’s head back and borough the baton down on her chest. “Oh my god yes! HOLY FUCK!!!” The golden skinned bimbo screamed.

Allen watched as Honey shrink and Cynthia grow. Her legs shook as she came hard, her pussy gushing, her skin took on a reddish tint, flushed with the exertion, her body working overtime to handle the surge of size and un expected amount of pleasure she was getting from it. Allen felt the same thing when he drained Brand. Her skin sparkled as her ass fattened, her tits inflated, her nipples started to leak as they passed the size of yoga balls, feet in diameter now, standing proud perfect spheres on her chest without a hint of sag. She doubled over as her stomach visibly spasmed, that looked like it hurt, her abs fading then growing more pronounced. Her hair thickened and lengthened, the mop of silver brushing her calves. When it was over and Cynthia’s orgasm stopped she fell to her knees from the ordeal.

Allen took a single step toward her, for all his muscular and mega hung monstrosity it was still him, but Cynthia’s hand shot up to stop him. She moaned something he couldn’t make out, then she moved. Rising to her full height the district seven victor now once again tribute was a little over eight feet tall, her form voluptuous and lithe it both didn’t make sense and looked right at the same time. Every inch of her looked incredible. Allen’s breath caught when her eyes met his. Desire, animalistic lust, primal carnality, he had to fight down his bodies response to empty his balls with just that look. 

All was quiet, they stood there staring at each other, looking deep into their partners eyes. Together they started breathing heavier, bodies warming up in anticipation. They were going to fuck…an insistent beeping caught their attention. A gift cylinder floated down, landing on Allen’s palm. Inside it was a metal disc and a note.

“I need to see you freaks fuck! -V”

Allen thought of his wife Vanessa in the mentor lounge, seeing him change, waiting for him to win or lose, doing everything she could to help her husband and the only woman who could compete with her for the cock she won the right to marry. Between Allen and his wife, Vanessa was the more charismatic and he’d observed the ladies always had an easier time with sponsors. The metal disc in his palm didn’t have any indication of what it was or how to use it. 

“What do you think…” Cynthia started but suddenly her eyes went wide and she grinned. “Oh I know what this is!” She practically leapt at him, snatching the disc then running a finger along her slit and pressing the pussy juice wetted digit to the center of the disc. The disc came alive, it was some sort of screen, it lit up with a green arrow in its center, pointing to their left. Holding the compass in one hand Cynthia pulled Allen into a long intense kiss. “Follow me if you want to fuck me.” She hissed before kissing him again and adding a moaned. “And I NEED you to fuck me.”

They followed the compass, they moved through the trees, Allen struggled to keep up with Cynthia, his monstrous erection making maneuvering through the trees and brush difficult compared to the extremely inflated bimbo body of his partner. The compass lead them to a hill in a clearing with a large round door, the door was tall enough Allen could walk through without having to duck. They stopped as the door opened, they could go in, take a break from the game and fuck until they couldn’t OR they could resist it and fight the other tributes.

Cynthia made her decision, she threw herself to her knees and her long tongue slipped from her open mouth, wrapping around Allen’s precum slick six foot long cock. She dragged her tongue from root to tip, moaning with her open mouth as she taster every inch of his impossible prong. “I guess we’re going in.” He observed to a grinning Cynthia. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked the curvaceous slut to her feet before stepping through the doorway and dragging her with him.

They barely noticed the safe room, it was far larger than the usual rooms given to tributes selected to spend the night fucking. All four walls  and the ceiling were mirrors, thick sturdy furniture dotted the room, the centerpiece of the suite was the massive round bed with thick pillows piled in its center. A horny and laughing Cynthia was thrown against one wall, her sweat soaked body smearing her reflection, she bounced off only to be met by Allen walking into her, his cock slamming against her torso and pressing her against the wall. Allen grabbed her face and smashed his lips into hers. 

They were far too turned on, Cynthia’s body shook, cumming from just the kiss, and Allen’s cock spat fat ropes of silvery clear precum to the ceiling. The splatter rained down in the pair as they kissed. Pressed between their bodies, Allen’s newly grown shaft towered over the lovers. When Cynthia pushed against him he held her back with one hand and stepped backward, using his free hand he grabbed his cock and mashed his swollen leaking head into her face. Cynthia didn’t miss a beat, the hypersexual slut grabbed his length and started jerking him off violently while trying to work his fat cockhead in her mouth. 

Allen couldn’t hold back a groan seeing Cynthia fighting and failing to swallow his tip, it was just too big. Her tongue wrapped around him just behind his glands and moved in foot long jerks meeting her hands on the upstroke to soak them in precum and thick slobber to assist their vice like grip as they slid down the rest of him. Whatever they’d done to him had Allen ready to cum in minutes, he strained himself forcing the explosive release back, he was so sensitive he couldn’t believe how quickly that happened. His thick fingers grabbed Cynthia’ multi foot length of tongue and pulled it away before smacking her across the face. He said nothing and she met his eyes, she had a wild look, animalistic desire, a wild and primal lust, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen it, especially with her. SMACK! His hand crossed her face again, she licked her lips.

“Yeah…” She breathed with an open mouthed grin, again Allen smashed his cockhead into her mouth, pushing and grinding it against her face. “Mmmmpphssssssllllpmmmmmmmmnnnmmmph.” She moaned through it, mouthing, spitting, teething, and trying to bite his tip, her long thick tongue covered in thick slobber trying to escape and wrap around his girth again. It slipped around his shaft but Allen was ready, he let it wrap around his meat one time then grabbed her tongue and held it firm, then dragged the saliva coated oral muscle up and down his shaft, jerking himself off with Cynthia’s thick tongue. She tried to say something in protest, or encouragement, it was difficult to tell with her mouth stuck open by her lengthy tongue coming out of it and Allen’s cockhead being forced in. Allen cut her voice short by pulling his leaking glands away then literally punching her in the face with his cockhead.

“Shut up, this is what you’re in the games for.” He growled. She moaned enjoying the treatment, her eyes burned into his when he met her gaze. He hadn’t seen her this turned on in a very long time, probably since he first fucked her after he won his games and she could feel the full size of his, then, newly acquired cock, the biggest in the world, certainly bigger then her own husband.

Allen’s leaking cockhead mixed with Cynthia’s very active salivary glands to cover her face and torso. The stuff seemed to stick to her more easily somehow, moving almost like a thick sludge down her form. Most victors eventually obtained an “Oiled body” enhancement throughout their games, it was one of the most popular of course. The enhancement made the owners skin shine and look slick like they were covered in oil but that was just a look, you could grab and grip them like normal. It seemed their fluids were now reacting to this enhancement, Allen’s cock throbbed seeing the mess he was making and how into it she was.

Allen jerked himself with Cynthia’s tongue until he felt an all too familiar tingling in his cock and churning in his balls. He released her excessively long tongue from his tight gripping hand and grabbed his shaft, leveling the literal cannon sized cock at her face. “Open up.” He growled, Cynthia giggled and opened her mouth as wide as she could, her tongue fell to between her knees and stabbed into her pussy. Allen watched as she tongue fucked herself seeing him jerk off a cock that wasn’t human. Her open mouthed moans quickly became screams as she drove herself to orgasm and continued tongue screwing her spasming cunt. Allen watched and the scene aggressively pulled him over the edge.

Allen’s cock looked to expand to accommodate the volume of cum moving through it. “Open up slut!” He roared as the pleasure exploded through his body, every muscle clenched like his body was bracing itself. The first rope shot out of his cockhead like a rocket, it felt like the muscles of his cock spasmed in a wave from base to tip, sending one long ejection at a time. The shot hit Cynthia in the face and had more than enough power to bounce her head off the wall and stagger the bimbo bodied victor. The next spasm followed the first. Allen growled and held onto his shaft with both hands, watching his lover take a second hit from this reproductive rail gun. 

On shot number three he managed to take a step back and aim downward so the wrist thick cum blast punched Cynthia between her gigantic tits. The rope seemed to never end, four more blasts  and four more steps back all while trying to aim lower and lower, every hit clearly staggered Cynthia, a woman more experienced with taking rough dick than Allen was with dishing it out, if his cumshots were the hard his orgasms had to be dangerous. After step four he found the ropes fully ejecting from his glistening cockhead. His rails of thick spuck looked to be over five feet long with each shot. Allen groaned through his orgasm, minutes passed as he waited for its end, then longer… by the time he felt it stop he counted about three dozen blasts including first few he’d painted Cynthia with.

When his orgasm ended the room was quiet, he was shocked and maybe a little worried about the power of his orgasm. Cynthia leaned against the wall, a blob of pearlescent slime, a small mountain of white fuck, just motionless there, Allen couldn’t tell if she was even breathing. “Cynth…..” His attempt to ask if she was ok was cut by her screaming.

“OH MY GOD!” She shouted, her body lurched and started spasming, one hand wrapped around her neck, the other dove between her legs and furiously attacked her pussy. “Unnnnnh oh GOD FUCK YES!!!” She screamed, it hit Allen, she was cumming, cumming hard and attacking herself to make the orgasm harder and more intense. She started moving violently, shaking and throwing herself against the wall, wet splashing and splotching sounds filled the room underneath her cries of pleasure. Allen just stood and watched, concerned for her and also turned on so much he had to fight his body to keep from forcing himself on her. One of his hands roamed to his still iron hard shaft and started stroking as he watched her cum violently and scream for more.

Cynthia screamed and came, came and screamed. She kept shaking and cumming, her words regressing into unintelligible animal groans and growls. Allen watched and stroked his truly monstrous member, a river of precum flowing freely to feed an expanding pool just below his tip. He waited a while for Cynthia’s well worked orgasm to pass and for her to calm down. She opened her eyes slowly, like she hadn’t been aware of where she was or why she was doing outside of cumming really, REALLY, hard. Her eyes met his, she was panting, Allen was breathing hard with arousal. “I fucking love you.” She said finally.

“You better.” He growled in response and kept stroking his six foot cock.

“We’re doing that again.” She said starting to lazily lick her body clean of the thick cum coating. Allen used his new enhancement and started cumming again, more controlled this time. Everything she’d licked clean ended up under a brand new layer of hot Allen spunk. Cynthia purred in appreciation. “Your cum tastes so good baby.” She moaned. “I need more. I need you to fucking destroy every one of my holes and fill me with your hot, thick, delicious, fertile, fucking cum.” She stretched the words with long breathy moans. Allen grinned and walked up to her, he pushed and pulled his shaft to drag the head along her body and shovel cockhead fulls of cum into Cynthia’s mouth, while she fed herself scooping his seed from her bimbo body with her long tongue.

“Eat up, you’ll need your energy to take this dick.” He said stuffing her mouth with his cockhead again.